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Rank 4 - Assistant Cook: | Enchancements 122/79 --> ??/159 Rank 8 Alchemist - 9 Crafts Available! RESPITE CRAFTING: 29/08/2024 In Effect: Perfect T3 Dessert 251610 | Cheesecake Brownie | Ambition III t

Rank 8 - Provisional Master Alchemist: Alchemist | Enchancements 1421/2559 --> 1482 /2559 CRAFTING: 29/08/2024 Consumed: Perfect T3 Dessert 251610 | Cheesecake Brownie | Ambition III Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 251765 CD: 2 LD: 1 Salvage Failure (1) 4 (+2 Ambiti

For a long moment Peter and Reytac stared at the chest that Rey had unearthed, and then the old fisherman nudged Rey, nodding his head towards it. He blinked, about to argue that this was supposed to be the stuff for Dorian, but Peter nodded again to it. With a shrug, Rey moved over and knelt by the chest to try opening it. The lock on it didn't look complicated, just a classic, old heavy lock. But Rey didn't have a key or even a pick. As he was trying to figure out what he should do, a salt-weathered hand holding a rock came into his field of view. "Here, lad, this might do the trick."

The old man paused in the middle of hauling a large bag of netting materials off of the boat as Reytac hurried over to him. The net bag slumped onto the brined wood of the dock as he turned to face Rey, a wide smile stretching his weathered face above his long, white beard. Rey couldn't help but feel there was a strong similarity between all three of the NPCs he'd been talking to for this quest - minus Dorian - and wondered if they were brothers. "Ho there lad, what can I do for ye?" At least this one was more pleasant than Lyle had been - and was, for the first time in this quest, actua

With time to kill, Reytac wandered over to a nearby tavern. Unsurprisingly, there were several near the water's edge, fitting what he knew of sailors. So he had his pick, but he just went to the closest one, to get something to munch on while he waited,. Their menu was simple and straight forward, and cheap - perfect for sailors just getting back to land. Rey sat and munched on some fried fish as he watched the people on the dock. It was oddly cathartic to just people watch, even if almost everyone he was watching was an NPC. There was the odd player or two scattered in there as well, bu

It was actually surprisingly difficult to find out where the fisherman was. Or - not necessarily where the man was, but rather where he would be. Reytac had followed the quest icon - having remembered to turn on certain helpful features like health bars - to the edge of a dock. But the problem was, there was no one there, the edge of the dock was barren, no sign of a fisherman in sight. He rubbed the back of his head and looked around, but it didn't look like the man was anywhere nearby either, making his way to his designated spot. As he looked around he did spot another NPC with the ‘F

PH ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 4 Targets = 8) = 19 EN) ID:| here| 4 + 5 =9 | Hit vs. Bear 390 Damage ID:| here| 1 + 5 =6 | Hit vs. Bear f Dealing 390 Damage ID:| here| 6 + 5 =11 | Hit vs. Bear Dealing 390 Damage ID:| here| 1+ 5 =6 | Hit vs. Bear Dealing 390 Damage Bear #1-4 | 0/372 HP | DAM: 124

oscar's presence had slipped past her. seeing him slide into view from the corner of her periphery almost made her jump, but night played her stagger off as a minor bout of elegant pacing. she nodded as oscar examined her suit, noting her attire in comparison to her friend's. "as you'd requested." "so where's your date?" he'd asked. relief rolled off night's shoulders as they drooped ever so slightly. so she hadn't misinterpreted his message, after all. there was a twinkle in her eyes, the reflection of the sun setting in the distance an implication of mischief, chicanery, the g

Out Of Combat Post 3/3 - FULL EN~! ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Gathering Attempt: ID: 251759 LD: 8+6=15 CD: 6 = CRITICAL SUCCESS +1 Material +16 Exp [79/149 EXP] - 96/149 EXP Rank 2 - Journeyman Forager: Successfully forage for materials on a LD 13+. Mari | HP: 1000/1000 | EN: 138/138 | DMG: 26 | MIT:64 | ACC:4 +1 AA | AA | EVA:4 | BH:55 | BRN: 56 | ENV-O: 32 | PARA-V | LD:6

Out Of Combat Post 2/3 Mari pocketed the first material then went in to fish out the other that she thought she felt in there, There was still a few hard things in the small tree hole. That either meant more materials, or something else. Luckily for the ginger haired woman...she pulled out another material. She pocketed that too. Mari went in to see what else she could fish from the small hole in the tree but paused when she got another message from Lancaster Lancaster --> Mari: I will run bath for you, let me return to you twice over Mari blinked, she had to read it a s

Out Of Combat Post 1/3 *ding* The sound of a notification, something Mari normally hated; but as of late the few people who messaged her, Mari liked. Even so, a familiar name made her heart swell, and the frustrations begin to melt away. Lancaster --> Mari: Mi Amore, is that you lighting up the forest? La Piromane? Mari couldn't help but smile, she was terrible at using any kind of messaging system within Aincrad. She knew Lancaster was too. He was out of the Laughing Coffin now, so the amount of notifications he received probably all but disappeared, but if he we

Even that madman wanted her dead at one stage. Hell, Raidou admitted he was planning to kill her many years ago - but had stopped. Funny that... even those closest to hear ... Mari clenched her jaw. Those closest to her. Images of her brother, eyes red and angry as he bore down upon her and Lancaster, ready to kill her to get to her lover. Even those closest to her wanted her dead at one stage. "Hah..." The laugh came from Mari, it was bitter. How could she not be? Hell, did she know anyone who didn't immediately treat her with disdain? who wanted to cleave her in half? Baldur, Maybe. La

Raidou --> Mari: There is some strange activity coming from Tartarus. Can you check it out? You know the floor better than I. Mari --> Raidou: K. Only accepting cause its you asking. Raidou --> Mari: Thanks Mari. My Coordinates are XX, YY, ZZ if you need a quick escape Mari --> Raidou: K. It wasn't that Mari disliked the floor. Honestly, despite the severe side effects it had on ones mental state; the floor felt almost like a second home. In all its decrepit decay - it was nostalgic. It was that she had to go out of her way to do something she didn't really feel like do

Mari wasn’t entirely sure where she was, all she knew was that she had wandered far into the fire forest. Sunlight barely broke through the crimson foliage above. Originally…Mari came here with a plan to relocate her home to a warmer floor. One that wasn’t covered in frosty snow. Mari adored the aesthetics of this floor. Of the forest. She enjoyed the smell of the loamy earth. But the trees were so dense. It’d potentially be a problem for her firestarter husband. Husband. The woman paused, bringing her hand up to inspect the small ring he had made her. Turning it to and f

So what did Mari do? Push herself so much, to the point she was breaking. And even after all that it was never good enough for certain people. Those very people, who swore to things like truth and justice were the ones who threatened innocent lives. Ironic really, the feared Pker was the one who was doing her best to protect those closest to her when... Another angry thrust of her weapon, and a plume of smoke formed as the next pack of wolves exploded in flames - burned alive. Mari felt angry...furious even. Why was it those who always acted in the name of 'the betterment of Aincrad'

That time...Mari had been doing so well, right? So then why was it so hard to do anything back then? Each day was a struggle, with more and more people relying on her. Then the one person she truly tried to reach out about it...Heh...Shield... No wonder Mari shut herself away from the world in its entirety. She knew the man meant well, she knew he had family outside to get home to. Mari could relate to that, or at least...used to be able to relate to that. But in no few words telling her that she didn't matter? Was nothing more than the sum of her sins? To make up for bad situation after

Even after coming back...and after being gone so long...Mari was still strong. She was able to handle herself, thrown right back into the frontlines, and right back into the preparation of another floor boss fight. Granted...there were times where she faltered, the fight against Cerberus came to mind - where she could barely get a hit in. Or the endless void on the 11th floor, where it all became too much. Where she threw herself into it and Beat soon followed. Beat...an absolute madman, Mari never really caught it at the time, but looking back on it now - there could have been somethi

Ryo's attack landed, his blade cutting through what armor there was and dealing more damage than he thought he would do. As he landed in the sand he rolled to recover himself sand sticking to him as he did. He slid a few feet before coming to a full stop. Looking up he saw the pink haired tank was hit fairly hard, and as he watched their HP dwindle to around half. Then the large dark attack started to charge back up. "What? Already doing that again?" He exclaimed. Ryo rolled his shoulder and prepared to dodge the attack incoming. "C'mon ya' bastard. Give me another opening." He said. But then

Another ping, another incoming message. Like the others, Kyra chose to ignore it, focusing all of her attention on Warren instead. It would be rude to read her notifications in the middle of a conversation, regardless of her work, or the importance of the discussion taking place. But the doctor knew better than to take her eyes off of the man seated across from her - body language often spoke louder than words, and she didn't want to miss a thing. Warren, interestingly enough, was far more forthcoming than she had expected. More than she was used to. And it took an effort of will to keep the s

The air tensed before the blow. You could feel it—not in your skin, but in the weight of the world itself. A silence pressed too hard against the eardrum, a space that bent inward just before breaking. Belregor hung above them, a blot of black and crimson against the broken sky, his blade drawing down like a second horizon. Ariel didn’t wait to admire the shape of the coming destruction. She was already moving. Her foot carved a shallow spiral in the sand, momentum bleeding into a slide. The first crash landed a heartbeat behind her—stone and grit screaming as they shattered apart. H

Time to be on his spongebob shit. Seeing Belregor charging up his big fuck-off attack, Oscar quickly dug another hole. It worked the last time so it stood to reason that it would work now. As he dug, he looked over at the concert. It was a bit too Latin-y. Voices were a bit to male. He could see why. Lysette and her girls had been completely upstaged by some lemonade mother fucker. A shame, but everything seemed to be going to hell in a hand basket anyway. He quickly finished his hole, rolling into the wet sand and packing it around him. And then he saw someone landed a Freeze on Belregor

Just as soon as the paladin goated on her adversary she felt the repercussions of her actions. His blade tore through her shoulder, sending a spike of pain to remind her that death could be imminent. Casseur felt heavy in the numb pain of her shield arm. “Dammit… Critical hits…” The paladin groaned. Belregor showed signs of reusing his phase change attack. She could reach in get another attack in but playing the defense was way more important. The paladin back stepped from swinging distance and prepared herself for the upcoming blow. Getting hit by that attack could be entirely fatal. Hav

Suzume didn’t want to leave the stage, but a good performer knew when it was time to make their exit. This, Suzume assumed, was most likely that time. It was as if someone had reached in and turned up the temperature on the oven - figuratively, of course, because it was still freezing. Everything was more intense than it had been even moments before. The mobs were larger, and wilder somehow, entire swarms of them spilling through the breech in the barricade. Some scuttled on multiple legs, like a drawing of a spider made by someone who had never actually seen a spider. A pack of black creature

A smirk crept across Ciela's lips as she stared the boss down. "Belregor, you lazy-ass 1hp motherfucker. You wish you could tank damage like my sweet ass can. You think you're borracho beans at a Tex-Mex food truck but you're really just cold pintos at the Baptist Potluck. If there is one thought I want in your mind as you leave Cardinal's sweet domain, I want you to know that I am literally better than you at everything. Dealing damage? Can't hit Yuki for shit. Taking Damage? Gotta resort to 'hide your health bar' mechanics. So long as you keep standing, I will stand too, and my presence will

Okay. Okay Okay Okay. Warren was here, thank fuck. Abellio didn’t know exactly what that meant, but the way the man was talking, he couldn’t help but respect the confidence. Abellio rushed back into the chaos, watching as the Shamblers swarmed his friend. His knee jerk reaction was to help. He stopped, turning on his heels and reaching for a sword he didn’t actually have. Oh. Right. And it didn’t matter anyway. Abellio saw that first explosion. The wave of fire that washed over the Shamblers, killing several in a single hit. Abellio blinked. When had Warren learned to do th